Another bed has been moved into our room. I can't help but feel a wave of relief wash through me. At least that solves the issue of sleeping arrangements. Another side table is also placed next to his bed. But there's still only one bathroom.
Quickly grabbing my pyjamas, I head into the bathroom and call over my shoulder. "I'm going first. Finish unpacking or something." Then I strip down, walk into the shower, and turn the water on hot.
I stand under the heated water for a minute, my eyes closed. Opening my eyes, I try not to take too long as I scrub and then rinse myself. I grab a tower as I step out of the shower and towel myself dry before pulling on my tank-top and shorts. After being under the hot water, the air feels too cold against my still pink skin.
"I'm done," I announce as I leave the bathroom.
Charlie walks past me and I take this opportunity to jump and face-plant onto my bed. Not his. I have a window. I'm keeping my bed.
Curling onto my side, I stare out through the window. The sky is still light. It's not dark yet. Glancing at my watch, it's past nine now. Charlie and I have been stuck here for a week now. Thank goodness school is out and we're on summer break.
I sigh, tucking my hands under my head as a temporary pillow. When are we going to get out of here? What happens if we never leave? It's not like we can stay here forever. Or can we? Something's not adding up. There must be a reason why we're here in this maze.
"Ouch." I hiss and press my fingers against my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. I guess I was thinking harder than I thought. It's not as bad as the first time I was attacked by a headache here, but it still hurts.
As I slowly drift off to sleep, I hear a door open and then Charlie pulls my blanket over me. I feel him press a soft kiss on my forehead before quietly saying good night. If I was more awake, I would have answered with oyasuminasai, which means good night in Japanese. But alas, I'm at sleep's door. Moments before dreams take over though, I feel one more presence near me.
"Soon," it says, soft enough that I almost miss it. "Tomorrow."
"I'll tell you tomorrow."
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The Wilder-ness
Science FictionIt was a normal night for Heather. That is, until she gets a weird message and watches as her parents are murdered in front of her. Now she's stuck in a maze with an old friend and they have to work with others that they meet in the maze in order to...
